Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.